This morning I arrive at the Apple store to fix the broken battery in my one-year-old MacBook Pro. The store is located in a slow-paced part of the mall but inside, this is not the case at all. Two aisles of desks leading to the “Genius Bar” are a textbook example of one-point symmetry. The glistening iPods lay restrained in their chargers save the seven grasped by hopeful hands. The employees look in disdain knowing they must soon wipe clean the smudgy fingerprints.
The staff is eclectic despite Apple’s attempt to uniformly wrap them in “I could talk about this stuff for hours” T-shirts. This is likely encouraged, or even required, by management as the group looks eerily like the people seen on Mac commercials and advertisements. They look like cool and successful college students. The girls wear colored hair with long bangs covering half their faces. The men behind the Genius Bar look mostly nerdy but one stands out. He is a black man around the age of twenty-seven. He wears black thick-framed glasses and looks artistic with his grape-colored fuzzy-woven loose beanie. He also wears a grey long scarf. I think he looks cold but cool at the same time. The nerds, all white and hair pasted down, must be jealous of him.
